Take the Money and Run
Twenty-two, black and even is what I wanted to see.
When it came up on the roulette wheel, I was filled with glee.
Wasn’t I ecstatic when I saw that little white ball.
It spun around the wheel and landed in that stall.
Very shortly afterward, I heard the dealer’s call.
The straight-up payoff for that win is thirty-five to one.
That winner was all I needed. I would take the money and run.
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